Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

The funeral scene was neither shabby nor grand.

A clearing was specially cleared in the bamboo forest.

Three coffins were placed there quietly, and dozens of soldiers were digging the graves continuously.

The coffin is empty.

In other words, the body was not placed.

Only a few clothes, some bamboo slips and books were placed, as well as a few jade articles, and a tomb was erected.

Although it was daytime with clear skies, there was still some gloom among the bamboo forest, which seemed extremely solemn.

Guo Jing personally used his majestic Qi to carve three huge stones into three square stone monuments.

There is nothing else superfluous on the tablet, except for the names of Ke Zhene, Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru.

All the sergeants on the Song Dynasty's warships got off, and they gathered next to the tombstone. Everyone stood there silently, neither sad nor happy.

Guo Jing originally didn't want them to participate, but he couldn't bear them coming on their own, so he had to let them go.

Huizhen, a monk from Tianlong Temple in Dali, chants Buddhist scriptures loudly.

Wu Gong followed Huang Rong expressionlessly.

Ke Zhen'e can be regarded as Guo Jing's adoptive father.

She calls herself Huang Rong Godmother, so wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning clothes is a must.

The sky is dim in the Buddhist scriptures, and the deep atmosphere suppresses the sad atmosphere.

Guo Jing's eyes were filled with sadness.

I searched for a day and a night, but couldn't find anything from the sea.

Not even a body or even a scrap of clothing was found.

All we can do is stand an unexplained tomb.

"Bury it!"

After a long sigh, Guo Jing waved his hand.

The sergeants rushed forward and placed the coffin into the pit.

"Master Jing'er is gone."

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"Your Excellency, we are here!"

Hamaka Taketa's face was extremely gloomy.

These damn pirates are so abominable.

Hamaka Taketa has already seen the legendary fairy mountain.

But he could only watch helplessly as the majestic tsunami engulfed the dragon vein once again.

And the reason for all this.

It's a bunch of damn Nanyang pirates!

Look at the heads hanging on the mast.

Hamaka Taketa's eyes were filled with gloom.

He waved his palm gently.

"Search!"

Hamaka Taketa didn't want to go on such a trip in vain.

If that was really just a legend, then everything would be fine.

But what we have seen now shows that it is not a legend.

But it was something that really happened that made Hamaka Taketa so unwilling.

The sailors looked at the empty sea, wondering what there was to search for.

But the strength Hamaka Taketa showed along the way has completely convinced them of this captain.

Looking at the sea.

Hamaka Taketa suddenly made an unexpected discovery.

He saw a group of green shadows floating up and down in the sea water.

Rubbing their eyes, other sailors also noticed the shadows over there.

The boat parked on the water immediately moved slowly over.

Two sailors jumped into the sea.

They carried hemp ropes on their bodies and swam quickly to the green shadow.

It was two people, hugging something that looked like water plants.

The sailors looked at each other and felt their pulses.

Both men are still alive.

Without much hesitation, he immediately wrapped the hemp rope around their bodies.

He tugged hard on the hemp rope.

The sailors on the boat used their strength to pull the four people back together.

Strangely enough, they had just left the range of the aquatic plants when the group of green aquatic plants floating on the water sank toward the depths of the seabed.

It's like it never happened.

The buoyancy that had just been able to hold up two people disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Hamaka Taketa couldn't wait to come over.

He began to look at the faces of these two people carefully.

There was a wound on one head that had not yet completely healed. His face did not look like that of a Han Chinese. He was wearing a lama suit, and his clothes were in tatters. There were many wounds that had been swollen by sea water. He looked very embarrassed, but his breathing was stable.

The other person was much better. Although his aura was weaker, there were no injuries on his body. It was just that he had been soaked in sea water for a long time, and there was a faint green vine wrapped around his wrist.

"Wake them up!" Hamaka Taketa ordered.

The Japanese looked at each other.

A smart Japanese sailor immediately turned around and ran into the cabin.

He took a wooden bucket, scooped out a bucket of sea water, and poured it over the two people.

Jiumozhi jumped up from the ground with a sudden thrust, but Wu Xiuwen was in a daze, and it took a long time before he got up from the ground.

Looking at the people around him, Jiumozhi felt a little confused.

The clothes of the Japanese people around him looked very different from the clothes of the Han people, so he was not sure who they were. However, they were all big, round, and fierce, and they were not good people at first glance.

Jiumozhi didn't know the Japanese costumes, but Wu Xiuwen had lived in the Zhoushan Islands for a long time and had seen the Japanese, so when he saw these costumes, his face immediately turned pale.

Japanese pirates are extremely evil. They not only attack coastal islands, but also often commit island massacres. The coastal island towns and villages have suffered greatly. Especially in recent times, even some small islands near the Zhoushan Islands have been harassed by Japanese pirates. Ke Zhen evil even took his brothers on a trip to sea and killed a boatload of Japanese pirates.

"Japanese pirates!"

After Wu Xiuwen said these words, he suddenly felt some regret.

Because when he saw the looks in the eyes of the Japanese pirates around him, he started to become very hot!

Jiumozhi has been secretly recovering his true energy.

Hearing Wu Xiuwen's words, he silently hid one palm behind his back.

While everyone turned their attention to Wu Xiuwen.

Jiumozhi suddenly moved.

On the palm of his hand, crimson flames flickered and danced.

Hot, scorching flames appeared out of thin air and headed straight for Hamaka Buta in the distance.

To capture the thief, capture the king first.

Jiumozhi could spot Hamaka Taketa who stood out among the crowd at a glance, so he immediately rushed forward, preparing to take down the Japanese pirate leader first so that he could control the entire ship.

A strong killing intent flashed in Hamaka Taketa's eyes.

His fingers gently flicked the sword at his waist.

Whoosh!

Accompanied by the harsh sound of breaking wind.

Jiumozhi has already rushed in front of him.

Jiumozhi is not unarmed at this moment, his palm is the Fiery Knife, which is even tougher than ordinary weapons and comparable to ordinary magical weapons.

Therefore he was not unarmed.

This is the secret of martial arts!

Once you reach the highest level, your body becomes your weapon.

The long sword in Hamaka Taketa's hand is like snow, which looks extremely intimidating.

But it's just an ordinary sword.

The two collided with each other.

The palm and the blade collided with each other, making a crisp metallic noise.

After only two or three rounds, Hamaka Buta's tachi was already like a jagged sword, and it was densely covered with fingerprints and cracks. Jiumozhi sneered. The guy in front of him still had two brushes, although he couldn't recognize the one he was using. There is no swordsmanship from any sect, but it can be regarded as a swordsmanship with both offense and defense. It can be regarded as the level of the first-class master in the world.

It's a pity that the weapons in his hands are too useless. Under the attack of the flame knife, he is already on the verge of collapse and may collapse completely at any time.

Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes, seized an opportunity, and struck with his palm, knocking the sword out of Hamaka Buta's hand.

A disdainful smile appeared on Jiumozhi's lips.

Nor did he beat up the drowned dog.

Instead, he said: "I can't even hold the knife, why should I continue to fight?"

Hamaka Buta looked at the tachi that had fallen to the ground, his face turning green and red, glaring at Jiumozhi angrily, and then he slowly pulled out the Great Song Dynasty Sword from his waist.

Then, the whole person rushed over.

Jiumozhi's fingers extended a large distance out of thin air, making a creaking sound as his bones shook. He blocked the incoming sword with his palm and slid down along Hamaka Buta's sword.

In the blink of an eye, the palm sword of Hamaka Buta suddenly bypassed the plain sword and rushed towards Hamaka Buta's chest.

Pu Dao raised his palm sword upward, causing Jiumozhi to return without success.

Zhang Dao and Pu Dao collided again.

Then they collided with each other, and Kumozhi pulled back the palm sword with his backhand, and the palm sword rubbed Nakahamaka Buta's sword, and then he was about to turn his palm to release the blazing flame, severely injuring Hamaka Buta.

But Hamaka Taketa had participated in many battles in the Song Dynasty military camp. Now that he has become a pirate leader, he has experienced dozens of battles and has extremely rich combat experience.

He could see the viciousness of Jiumozhi's move at a glance, and he did not hesitate to imitate Jiumozhi, turning his body around and swinging his sword to chop backwards.

The two passed by each other, but the palm knife and the Pu knife collided in the air, and the flesh and metal collided, once again making a clear and melodious sound of bells.

Sparks flew and flames flew.

It's dazzling, dizzying, and the blood of those watching is boiling.

Jiumozhi retracted his palm.

There was a deep blood mark on his palm.

A trace of blood flowed down from between the fingers.

This simple sword is not an ordinary weapon, it can actually cut through his own flame sword.

Hamaka Taketa's face was completely black, and his hair was swollen due to burning. He looked very funny, like a clown from a foreign circus, but he held the knife in his hand tightly, his eyes as sharp as lightning, staring into Jiumozhi's eyes.

I want to detect Jiumozhi's next move from his eyes.

"stop!"

The Japanese pirate grabbed Wu Xiuwen's neck, put a knife across his neck, and began to threaten Jiumozhi: "You, hurry up and capture him, or I will kill him!" This pirate was also smart, and he was talking about the Song Dynasty. The Mandarin is just stammering and has a heavy accent, which makes it sound weird and uncomfortable.

Jiumozhi frowned.

The young man in front of him could be said to be his biggest gain on that island.

If he let him die like this, he would really have lost his wife and his army this time.

Hamazaka Buta saw Jiumozhi's hesitation, immediately put down his sword, and said in authentic Song Dynasty Mandarin: "I don't know your surname, brother? I am a fisherman passing by, Hamazaka Buta!"

Jiumozhi sneered and pointed to the head hanging on the mast: "Oh, are you a fisherman?" Jiumozhi also used the Mandarin of the Song Dynasty. He secretly learned martial arts in the Central Plains all year round. If he didn't have a fluent Daxian As Song Guanhua said, he was ostracized wherever he went, let alone for secretly learning martial arts.

When Hamaka Taketa heard these words, he immediately understood what you were talking about, so he simply stopped pretending and said, "We are here to look for the fairy mountain. We are a little late. I saw you floating on the sea, so we kindly tried to save you." , who would have thought that Your Excellency would rise up and want to kill me, it is really chilling for me."

Jiumozhi sneered again.

However, the sea was vast and he was injured. Facing this ship of Japanese pirates, he had no certainty of victory. Now that he couldn't kill with one blow and take down the leader of the pirates, there was really no way to win. It's necessary to keep fighting.

Besides, none of us are Han Chinese anyway, so maybe we can still talk!